Millionaire Hero (Freeman Brothers 4)

Fingers filled themselves with my hair as I began to bob back and forth over his cock, tongue sliding across the veins as I went, moaning deeply so he could feel the vibration of my voice rattle through him. I was so wet, so turned on, that I slid a hand down my own chest, pulling at a nipple before running down my tight stomach to my now damp panties. I slid my fingertips inside, and my body lit up as I touched myself with him inside my mouth. I stayed there, letting the tension build as my finger swirled on the sensitive pearl in my center, Nick slowly taking more control and guiding my motions. I jerked him hard into my lips, my fingers sliding across his wet, pulsing cock.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, and I rose, not knowing what he was guiding me for but ready for anything. He took my hands and guided me to the couch where he sat and then lay back. Pulling my thighs toward him, he directed me silently to straddle his face. As I did, I sat my knees by his shoulders, my breasts brushing against his hardened muscles and my mouth at his cock once more. I took him into my mouth and squealed as his strong, sure fingers pulled my panties to the side and his tongue pierced me, pushing through the folds and sliding into my pussy.

I tried to concentrate on his thick cock on my tongue, stroking him to bring him pleasure, but his own tongue was writing a poem of ecstasy on my clit, and I closed my eyes, letting his staff rest against my cheek as I held its base. My thighs tightened as I felt the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode and leave me breathless and out of control. I tried to focus on him, stroking him, sucking him, running my tongue along the sides of him and bringing that sound of pleasure back to his chest. But his fingers found my opening, and all was lost. My ability to focus was tossed away as they slid inside me, his tongue dancing across my sensitive pearl, opened and receiving of his attention.

The cry built up slowly, softly in my chest. It was a pleading sound, and it was low and yearning at first. As it grew in volume, it raised in pitch. I clenched my eyes shut as the head of his throbbing cock pressed against my bottom lip. My fingers clenched around the staff as the incredible wave of a powerful orgasm began to crash around me. His fingertips brushed the upper wall in hurried motions, the tip of his tongue toying with my clit as I came, my legs shuddering and my voice crying out in a long, high note. I arched up, sitting and pressing my hands into his chest as I bucked on him. His hands slid around to my ass to hold me in place as his tongue pressed into my center, and I rode the wave until I could breathe again.

When I finally gained a measure of control, I slid down his body, trailing my juices along his chest and stomach as I did, until my center was brushing against his. A playful smack on my ass told me he had as much patience as I did to be inside me, and I grasped his cock and pressed the head against my opening. Sitting back, I slid him inside me in one thrust. I sat there for a moment, the pain of my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness making me hold my breath while I spiraled through the pleasure of him inside me. His cock brushed across sensitive areas inside me that had never been touched, and my walls molded themselves around him.

I grasped onto his shins and curled my hips forward, sliding him nearly out of me before pressing my ass back toward his hips and feeling him fill me again. It was a pleasure unlike any other to have him slide into me, to take up all the available space and fill me with his manliness. I stroked him with my pussy, riding him, gaining speed until I felt him grumble below me. There was only so much of this he could take before he took control again, and I smiled. I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to pull me back and grab my legs, holding me in place, and fuck me where I lay.

Nick did not disappoint me. Suddenly, he sat up, wrapping his arm around me, and pulled me back. Turning sideways on the couch, he lifted one leg and curled around me. One hand kneaded into my breast, and I turned my head to lock my lips onto his. His hips moved and he plunged deeply into me, and I cried out into his mouth. Hungrily, his tongue slid into mine, and they danced together while he pulled his cock nearly out of me before driving it back in again. It was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it, and I grasped onto his arm, my nails digging into his skin.